I woke
up at 2:00 AM feeling really good this morning. I went through the
newspaper and found fascinating items.
DIY failed projects www.pinterestfail.com...An exhibit I'd like to see at the Oakland Museum, "Stories from Our
Changing Bay"…The award-winning (Tony?)
Vanya & Sonia & Masha and
Spike coming to Berkeley Rep. Patrica Kaas singing Piaf…The Michael
Fox Show incorporating his problem with Parkinsons…The Last Tango in Halifax…delusions of grandeur movie.com …Glennis Paltrow’s blog mocked by Vanity Fair and another blog,
Celebitchy. Mention of Crash 1996 in the realm of sex
addiction films. (Why didn't they mention 9 1/2 Weeks?) Can
Heironymous Merkein… The China Study
by T. Colin Campbell. Susan Hill’s The Woman in Black…The Atheist’s film
festival showing something about Texas school book selectors trying to
de-select the theory of evolution… Hollywood
documentary. Brownlow In Friendship Stories by Word for
World Then at 4:30 I got
Minh-hoa Ta’s piece ready to send and sent it to her with a note of thanks and
to Sally Winn with some additional observations. Wrote to Belinda at NIAD about David’s art,
to Suzy and Mary Scaler about taking him out September 28 and Mary about 42:
The Jackie Robinson Story.
Then I remembered to read the make-up essays Jose and Jason did
yesterday and responded to them just before leaving the house. Classes went well. I explained everything very well and got them
to do useful pair activities. However,
ESL 142 003 was a little bit rushed—partly because I gave a chance to two
students who hadn’t taken the short
test. I usually don’t take class time
for that.
Then, of course, one of my students
tried to keep me after class, as he almost always does, so I should admire him
and respect him and be awed by his industriousness and love every moment of
answering his questions, right? So why do I keep thinking of the teacher
in Madrid at Mangold Institute who said, when one student showed up on a day
when all other students were making a "bridge" between one holiday
and another by not coming to class, "I'd like to bash his head
in"? I do not want to bash this student's head in. Yet, I know
that if someone paid me to tutor--even if they paid me a lot--I'd rather be
able to leave at the end of the morning and go home. In this case, I was
in a hurry to get home to get ready for Fremont, where I'm supposed to be later
this afternoon. But I could have stayed a little bit longer. Is it
the assumption, the presumption, the feeling of entitlement I am recoiling
at? I really don't know. I'm a little bit ashamed of myself even
though I don't want to bash his head in. I really don't.
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